The return

Busy week. Made final decisions on the Feb/Mar poetry acceptances for Strange Horizons, proofed everything, was asked to join Arc's steering group (my name now to be on masthead, naturally), was an exhibit at the ICA Boston, sent submissions to people who asked me to submit things, and had a million meetings and phone tags along with normal life business. I'm pretty wiped out.

Thankfully, I think this is the end of my hyper-busy interval; I've gotten my urgent to-do list down to "send a thank you note to surviving grandmother for Easter present; fill out routine insurance paperwork."

I'm changing work schedules as of next week, and my day job will now actually be during the day. It's been three or four years since I was last diurnal, so that will be interesting. And my off days will now line up with Scarlett's, so we can start band practice if we want. Or make a film. I could even go to the mall or something, and buy some clothes that aren't four years old, because I will be awake when the mall is open, and might have some time. A little. For a minute.